GPS, where are you?

There is a disconnect which festers like a splinter in my finger. Perhaps I have picked at it a bit too much, but the sore has grown infected and painful to the touch. I speak, of course, of claiming a citizenship in the next life - of being a stranger here - while building a life and pursuing things which are as worldly as atheistic capitalists. What would it look like to slow down? What would it look like to simplify? How can I teach my children that Jesus did not live the American dream? There's a harshness in my attitude now that could easily cause those I love to resent the life I envision when I think of Jesus. If that resentment came to pass, I would be no better than the crushing judges of Jesus' own day. How, then, can I lead them into an experience of the love of Christ - one that would take us all down the path of simplicity and kingdom work together? The whisper in my ear says "patience". I don't think anything will be undone overnight. It may take a generation. If I can teach my children to pursue the God of creation instead of stuff, instead of what the world would call success, instead of money, instead of leisure (or redifining leisure as the pursuit of deeper relations with the Saviour) - to seek the blessor instead of the blessing - to steward and not consume.